all was responsibility
all was grace given to me
in the time of what I had inherited
I lied about what I had intended to do
and I was very bold, and very sightly amongst my ideals
and amongst me, looked in my direction if I was something to be
exalted although I only looked to be amongst them.
I suppose I loved people, I suppose I loved all the things I would come to see
I suppose I was an infant, seeing the leaves of a tree
and most of all my love was vanity.
a cosmic lie
The cosmic lie mixed and mingled with the Holy word of God
tending to the rose garden of murder, tending to the lies you swayed over life and a cosmic lie above else
a harlot, fertility Goddess, queen of Heaven
the day is spent singing joyous songs of hypocrisy
and lip service to God
to monument a cosmic lie
lie for a murder of the blood of a rose garden called life
that we will never see, and never did we, and never will we see again
cosmic lies for blood that would run for the ends of the earth, and all that a One True God created.
you lied when you said you'd live up to Me who exclaimed life, and love, and mercy
and my life was never a fire, set a blaze of glory
You're imbicile dream to set ablaze, what is and all that was Holy
But since love is a commodity in the eyes of those who have lost sight of all that is God and that word Holy, then I suppose it will be fallen, who have taken of this abhorrent thing that has come upon the earth called vanity
Don't tell me its about God when you speak for Him
knowing, knowingly
you lead men to slaughter
you lead men to cover Truth
and men have taken pleasure in hiding all that was
Love and murdering
What was precious at the Root.
what you think would happen brethren preaching a watered down gospel about life and death
what was the point of what you did with all the money we gave you
did you ever bring up the Cross and satan cast out of your house
deceivers preaching from the pulpit just like Paul said
I sit here amongst the sheep, you so called preacher of the Word of the Shepard
as they make plans to tear down the walls and tear the children from their families
I saw the scripture outside your doorstep
and Romans goats sports motif advertising The Bible not to be Holy
I saw you passing by beneath facing upside down on the billboard advertisement
sex education is not what I had asked since megachurch youths group leader was wearing panties
calling himself the Devil. This was back in two thousand eight during the summer.
A poem about pride, vanity and life experiences including megachurches.
all was grace given to me
in the time of what I had inherited
I lied about what I had intended to do
and I was very bold, and very sightly amongst my ideals
and amongst me, looked in my direction if I was something to be
exalted although I only looked to be amongst them.
I suppose I loved people, I suppose I loved all the things I would come to see
I suppose I was an infant, seeing the leaves of a tree
and most of all my love was vanity.
a cosmic lie
The cosmic lie mixed and mingled with the Holy word of God
tending to the rose garden of murder, tending to the lies you swayed over life and a cosmic lie above else
a harlot, fertility Goddess, queen of Heaven
the day is spent singing joyous songs of hypocrisy
and lip service to God
to monument a cosmic lie
lie for a murder of the blood of a rose garden called life
that we will never see, and never did we, and never will we see again
cosmic lies for blood that would run for the ends of the earth, and all that a One True God created.
you lied when you said you'd live up to Me who exclaimed life, and love, and mercy
and my life was never a fire, set a blaze of glory
You're imbicile dream to set ablaze, what is and all that was Holy
But since love is a commodity in the eyes of those who have lost sight of all that is God and that word Holy, then I suppose it will be fallen, who have taken of this abhorrent thing that has come upon the earth called vanity
Don't tell me its about God when you speak for Him
knowing, knowingly
you lead men to slaughter
you lead men to cover Truth
and men have taken pleasure in hiding all that was
Love and murdering
What was precious at the Root.
what you think would happen brethren preaching a watered down gospel about life and death
what was the point of what you did with all the money we gave you
did you ever bring up the Cross and satan cast out of your house
deceivers preaching from the pulpit just like Paul said
I sit here amongst the sheep, you so called preacher of the Word of the Shepard
as they make plans to tear down the walls and tear the children from their families
I saw the scripture outside your doorstep
and Romans goats sports motif advertising The Bible not to be Holy
I saw you passing by beneath facing upside down on the billboard advertisement
sex education is not what I had asked since megachurch youths group leader was wearing panties
calling himself the Devil. This was back in two thousand eight during the summer.
A poem about pride, vanity and life experiences including megachurches.
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